almost always happens, the latter replied that
this was far from being a
revelation to her:
`Of course I haven't said anything to your brother,' my mother
said, `but for a long time I have believed that he was secretly
married in England ... He has made so many visits there in the
last two years ... He gets a letter from there every morning and
always in the same handwriting ... Yes, I was convinced that he
was married ... But I have not yet dared to talk to your father
about it. . . . '
And so the problem still existed. Louise Baumeister, Janine's Alsatian
friend, who had finished her studies in England and returned to
Haguenau, suggested an excellent plan.
`Why don't you come,' she wrote to Janine, `and spend your vacation
at Haguenaue Your fiance's family can become acquainted with you
there. Since they are Alsatians they will probably be happy to
revisit their province and this will dispose them favourably. As
for my parents, to whom I have talked so much about you, they will
be delighted to meet you and to render you this small service.
My mother's meals will sweeten all dispositions. Tell me when you
will arrive. . . . '
I believed with her that nothing could be more helpful to me in
making my parents accept this `exotic' and, in their eyes, extraordinary
marriage than the cordial and savoury atmosphere of an Alsatian
household. How many times my father had talked to me of Haguenau!
It was quite close to Bischwiller where he had had his first mill
and to Bouxwiller where he had been brought up. He had never returned
to Alsace since the war. I knew that he would feel freer there
than in Elbeuf where the shades of the Uncles, harsh and sarcastic,
wandered through the offices keeping censorious track of thoughts
and of hours.
I have already said that my father and I had great difficulty in
broaching to each other any intimate or delicate subject. Twenty
times I volunteered to go with him to the Caudebec mill or to the
one at Saint-Aubin, determined to talk to him on the way. The curious
thing was that he knew perfectly well what I had to say to him,
for my sister had discussed it with my cousins who had told him
my secret. But he was as timid as I, and we would return to the
mill without having said a word. Finally an urgent letter from
Loulou Baumeister, which showed me how painful Janine's false position
had become, gave me the necessary courage. The news was received
sympathetically but with some concern:

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`Of course I haven't said anything to your brother,' my mother
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married in England ... He has made so many what is s there in the
last two years ... He gets a letter from there every morning and
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And so what is problem still existed. Louise Baumeister, Janine's Alsatian
friend, who had finished her studies in England and returned to
Haguenau, suggested an excellent plan.
`Why don't you come,' she wrote to Janine, `and spend your vacation
at Haguenaue Your fiance's family can become acquainted with you
there. Since they are Alsatians they will probably be happy to
re what is their province and this will dispose them favourably. As
for my parents, to whom I have talked so much about you, they will
be delighted to meet you and to render you this small service.
My mother's meals will sweeten all dispositions. Tell me when you
will arrive. . . . '
I believed with her that nothing could be more helpful to me in
making my parents accept this `exotic' and, in their eyes, extraordinary
marriage than what is cordial and savoury atmosphere of an Alsatian
household. How many times my father had talked to me of Haguenau!
It was quite close to Bischwiller where he had had his first mill
and to Bouxwiller where he had been brought up. He had never returned
to Alsace since what is war. I knew that he would feel freer there
than in Elbeuf where what is shades of what is Uncles, harsh and sarcastic,
wandered through what is offices keeping censorious track of thoughts
and of hours.
I have already said that my father and I had great difficulty in
broaching to each other any intimate or delicate subject. Twenty
times I volunteered to go with him to what is Caudebec mill or to the
one at Saint-Aubin, determined to talk to him on what is way. what is curious
thing was that he knew perfectly well what I had to say to him,
for my sister had discussed it with my cousins who had told him
my secret. But he was as timid as I, and we would return to the
mill without having said a word. Finally an urgent letter from
Loulou Baumeister, which showed me how painful Janine's false position
had become, gave me what is necessary courage. what is news was received
sympathetically but with some concern:
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